Page 259 of Filthy Elites

His response is immediate. “I doubt she’d be as into it as I am, but they’re not for her.”

I roll my eyes. “You know that is not what I meant.”

“Guys watch porn all the time. How is this any different?”

“It’s totally different,” I type back, wide-eyed. “You KNOW me. You don’t know Scarlet O’ Big Boobs.”

“Brb, saving your number in my phone as Scarlet O’ Big Boobs.”

“Don’t you dare,” I send back, unable to bite back a horrified laugh.

“Too late.” He sends back a screenshot to prove he did it.

“Why are you the worst?” I ask him.

“What are you talking about? I’m your fairy godmother. Now, get your little ass inside the house and take a picture if you want the rest of your money.”

“I am not sending you a picture of me… like that.”

“In panties?” he questions. “What do you have against panties? I guess you can leave them off if you really want to…”

The. Worst.

I shake my head, typing back, “It’s not happening.”

“I disagree,” he texts back. “I don’t have an exact ratio of how often I get what I want, but I should tell you, it happens more often than it doesn’t.”

I’m tempted to sit here and keep talking to him, but I’m sitting in the driveway with the car off, and it’s starting to get hot.

I gather my things, shoving the gift bag and its contents into my backpack so Mom doesn’t see them when I go inside. My phone vibrates just as I get through the door. It’s another message from Dare.

“What are we having for dinner tonight?”

“My mom and I are having lasagna,” I type back. “I have no idea what you’re having.”

He texts back, “I know what I want for dessert…”

I don’t know if hemeansit as an innuendo, but that’s how I take it.

It feels like a knot sinks from my chest cavity into my upper abdomen. Ignoring it, I type back, “I recommend some nice cold ice cream.”

“Lol, you would,” he answers.

“I have to go,” I tell him. “I just got home and I need to take a shower before I start dinner.”

“Sounds like the perfect opportunity for a photo op.”

“Don’t hold your breath.”

“I’ve been holding my breath since we met, mermaid.”

Ugh,he’s so full of shit, and yet my stupid heart pitter patters like it believes him.

Doesn’t matter, I tell myself.

Do the right thing.

Put the phone away and stop thinking about him.

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